Like every time when I come back home after traveling, I'm exhausted both physically and mentally. I'm happy with the big and impotant show I did in Málaga but there was no festive feelings on Saturday in the opening.

In the morning, we received one copy of the big catalog we made but it didn't meet our expectations (some problems with colors), thought it's definitely a gorgeous book about my work.Then there was nothing to do and Cecilio drove me to see the Jonathan Meese show at CAC. After that I felt that I felt my works were tiny and powerless.

And it wasn't a great idea to do the opening reception the same day that the city celebrated its Noche en blanco cultural festival. The gallery is located in the outskirts of the city in an industrial area, famous for it's brothels New S'candalo and Latidos. The regular guest of the gallery stayed in the center that was full of shows, speactaces and other activities but what I liked mot were the cars stopping by when we did outside of the gallery the Santa action - he was giving out Freeway Cola for free . They were not cars looking for culture but commercial sex. Maybe they got confused with my neon sign work inspired by the Latidos Club.

We drove to Mijas by Pepe's Hummer H3 to shop in Iceland Overseas, a British emigrant Supermarket. Antonella new that it would be my paradise (or inferno). Spanish supermarkets are more boring selling too many fresh and natural things that don't have hilarious mascots and striking slogans. Of course it's saddening that the English pensionists move to Spain and want to live in their baked beans and Lucozade ghetto. But that's perfect material for my art. The most amazing product I found was Tony's Pot Noodle Döner Kebab Flavour. There's not too much to add to that. Even I could believe that it's just one of my works. I can't wait to get to the studio and make a drawing of it. Or maybe it works as a ready-made. Then we got some cakes that I'll decorate with slogans for tomorrows opening that will be packed because it's the nuit blanche in Malaga and already today my works and face are in all the local newspapers.

I made my first neon sign. It's now installed at Gacma Gallery in Málaga. I still haven't seen it. Neither I designed it. I like the idea of myself as a director of a big company who just gives orders and there are lots of professionals and creative people planning and producing the works. I'm not an artisan nor a genius, I'm a brand. My virtue is the attitude. On Tuesday, I fly to Málaga to supervise the installation of the rest of the exhibition and give interviews to the press. The opening is next Saturday.

At least in the pictures the gallery sends me, the neon sign looks fabulous. It says Escribid a Papá Noel y pedid Libertad - Write to Santa and Ask for Freedom. That's the title  of the show and the action we (I love to use the first person plural, because that makes me feel that I run a big team) do in the opening that is the Noche en blanco in Málaga, the all-night arts festival. In the performance, we have a Santa (not me but an impersonator) who distributes cans of Freeway, a private brand cola drink of the discount supermarket Lidl. The cans will be numbered and signed by me - that's something I can still do myself.

Raúl came to visit me yesterday. It was strange to see him here in the village - before we've been together in the cities of Asia and America and now he was in my European tiny village. Emma said that she had never seen him outside of the asphalt when I took them to the ruins of a small castle just outside of Cervera. I think they leave Manhattan only to cab to JFK and fly then to Shanghai or Mexico City. It was great to have some drinks with them in Cervera's Disco Pub Burbujas, which might be the deepest Spain of all possible places.

Tomorrow, I'm going to Madrid with my polar bear which I originally stole from Skärhamn, Sweden, where I did a residency at the Nordic Watercolor museum in 2002. Now he has a new sign saying "Need help to attack Iran". I made the work for Twilight of the Idols, the group show that Raúl is curating at Galería Casado Santapau, the opening is on Wednesday. Raúl writes that Riiko Sakkinen undermines idols of a political nature such as dictators, corporate CEOs, and religious authorities in brutally yet visually striking installations.

The government of Spain gave us €2000 when we bought a new automobile a couple of months ago. Now we get again surprisingly another €2000 for giving life to our son who was born on Friday. I suppose that this is how we fight together against the recession - more kids and cars.

For my astonishment, the government of Finland is asking me to pay €100 to have my son registered as a citizen. Sounds like a strange business that a Finnish person has a child and that he must pay a good amount of money to obtain the citizenship for the newborn.

I knew that Finland has one of the stricktest and upleasent immigration policies in Europe but I didn't imagine that their xenophobia could reach even half Finnish-born people. Now I think that my son is not going to Finnish and maybe he will be thanking me later for this, because he doesn't have to do the military service in the Arctic Circle and be trained to fight against the Russians.

This also made me think that I want to give-up my Finnish citizenship but I read on the government's website of the government that of that they would charge me €400.